Kota's POV:

A week had passed since we'd arrived in Faybush, and classes had started at the local college where we would be studying. Unfortunately, the girls and I had barely any classes together, but that was to be expected when our majors weren't the same I suppose. I was majoring in history myself, ancient history and archaeology to be exact, because I had dreamed of being an archaeologist ever since I was a little girl, and it was the one thing besides the girls that had gotten me through my life back in Stonesage, it had kept me moving forward, my dream.

As I exited my last class of the day, and made my way out into the hot Virginia sunshine, a smile was firmly glued on my face. It had been a good day, hell a good week, the longest I had ever gone without a nightmare or panic attack, and well, it felt good. Everything about this new life, and the freedom that came with it, felt good. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, and no longer had to worry about looking over my shoulder, this was more than I could have ever hoped for.

As I made my way down the sidewalk, away from the building where my class had taken place, and towards the street, I suddenly bumped into someone, falling to the ground this time. The first thought that ran through my head, as I hit the ground butt first, was that this was becoming a very annoying habit, and that I needed to make sure I broke it. But as I looked up and saw that the person I had bumped into this time, was the very same person I had bumped into that first day in the coffee shop a week ago, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Well, I won't lie, I was hoping to see you again beautiful," he said to me, smirking, "but this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

I just stared at him, unsure what to say or do at this point. After a moment of silence, he held his hand out to me, in an offer to help me up off the ground. Gratefully, I reached my own hand out, and took his. With barely any effort, he proceeded to pull me back up into a standing position, and looking me over, he spoke again.

"You alright then? Kota... wasn't it?" he asked, and for the first time I noticed his foreign, what sounded like British, accent, "nothing hurt or broken?"

"Pretty sure the only thing broken and bruised at this point is my pride..." I surprised myself by saying softly.

He chuckled at my words, running his hand through his long curly hair.

"Well that's good then, I'm glad," he said, "I'm on my way off campus right now... do you need a ride anywhere?"

My first instinct was to say no. There was no need to spend any more time with him than necessary, no need to socialize. But he was being so nice, and I felt like it might be kind of rude to say no. I wasn't under any delusion that he was just some nice guy. I knew his type, handsome and popular. He was probably only being this nice because he felt bad about knocking me over, a day or two from now he would forget all about my existence. And honestly, that was exactly what I wanted. But for now, it couldn't hurt anything to accept his offer of a ride.

"Alright.. yeah sure," I responded, "I was just heading back to my apartment... its not too far from here, but I wouldn't mind a ride."

He nodded, and motioned for me to follow him, as he made his way towards the student parking lot.

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Harry's POV:

I really wasn't sure what it was about this girl that had me so intrigued. Yeah, she was pretty, but I had seen plenty of hot girls in my life, both here in the States and back home in the UK. But it was just something about her, both times I had run into her, pretty much literally, there was just something drawing me in, making me want to be around her. It was bloody weird. I hadn't been sure if she would accept my offer for a ride, but when she did, I felt myself come over by a strange feeling of satisfaction, though I had no idea why.

As we approached my car, I pushed the button on my key thingy to unlock the doors, and got into the drivers seat as she opened the passenger side and got in herself. I watched as she buckled herself in, before turning to stare at me.

"Soo... are we going then?" she asked.

I nodded, before turning the key into the ignition and starting the car.

"Yup, just tell me where we're going love," I responded.

She blushed slightly at my use of the term love, and I just smirked. It was becoming clearer and clearer that this girl was more shy and innocent than most girls I dealt with, and it was honestly kind of just plain adorable.

"Um... I live with my friends in an apartment around the block... on Fifth avenue?" she said.

I nodded. I knew the street, I knew it well actually. Some friends of mine, Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Michael lived on that street actually. I pulled out of the parking lot, and began to drive in the correct direction.

As I turned onto her street, I turned to her, giving her a questioning look, waiting for her to point out her building, and she did. As I pulled over on the side of the street, she hurriedly unbuckled, and giving me a quick thank you, so quick I barely heard her actually, she rushed out of the car, and up the sidewalk towards the door to her apartment. As I watched her go, I frowned, still unsure as to why she was in my head so much. But it didn't really matter did it? Chances were I wouldn't see her again any time soon. She didn't seem like the partying type, and besides classes and work, partying was pretty much my biggest thing.

Notes

OK. So sorry if this chapter is kind of sucky, it's really just a filler.

Also I am really really sorry it took me almost a full month to update this.

I really do hope you're all enjoying the story so far <3

-- LalaGurlinaBox